The years have faded away, the shadows of old people have faded away, and all the farewell notes have been recorded in this life.
She thought she had forgotten him until she saw his rickety back in the black and white film. Shen Zhaoheng had a dream from the past:
At the night banquet of the Republic of China, she was "Miss Shen" who had a hidden secret in the box, and he was Mr. Gu who broke all the begonias for her.
□□ Hidden in the skirt, love drowned in the moonlight.
Until she left without saying goodbye, leaving him alone to overturn the mountains and rivers——
Ten years later, in the autumn wind, the black top hat suppresses the old elegance
She prides herself on being as hard as iron, but her whole body was cold in front of the dark video recorder in the museum:
Among the group of workers, the tall figure holding a hammer was as black as coal, with his spine bent into a rusty silhouette.
That was the dusty young master of the Gu family, her old love whom she abandoned like a pair of worn-out shoes.
She frantically searched half of the city, only to find the prophecy that the bridge would corrode bones. On the mottled stone bridge, the four words "Zhaoji and Jixin" have long been gnawed by wind and rain into: Zhaoyang sinks to the west, and the ears of Jiji turn into ashes. When her fingertips touched the cold tombstone, she finally smiled sadly - it turned out that the words engraved on it were not words of love, but words of judgment.
Gu Jishi, are the ten years I was late... Enough to compensate you? She lit the unsent wedding invitation, and the firelight illuminated the groom's name - he was the dusty man in the film.
The ashes drifted into the Autumn River with the black top hat, and the coldest fog of 1957 floated up.
Purpose: Individual dignity under the crushing force of history